While waiting for a burger at an overseas transport center, a man approached me with a Bible tract. He had a stub for a hand—yet he was the one who prayed for me.
In this 6-minute reflection, I explore the spiritual irony of the “healer with the withered hand” and how it connects to the rich young ruler, the voice of Wisdom in Proverbs, and my own journey from depression to a renewed life.
This is a personal story about letting go of this world’s treasures, keeping a vow made long ago, and finding the courage to travel the world while sharing the mysteries of the gospel.
“Blessed are those who listen to me, watching daily at my doors. For those who find me find life.” – Proverbs 8
